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Arizona VS the Evil Brown People

We don’t often give Arizona much consideration. We’re aware of it–along with its deserts, its Phoenix, and…uh…John McCain? Outsiders have very limited insight into the goings-on in the Grand Canyon State; but recently, its popped into the media spotlight for–you guessed it!–blatant racism!

Of course we all know that illegal immigrants are only here to steal all of our best job opportunities so that they can rise to the top 1% of this country and banish all of our white brethren south of the border to live in squalor. This much is a given.

But our tactics to overcome their heinous plot should at least be subtle. The state of Arizona has set the wheels in motion for a series of laws that would take Federal Immigration Reform into their own hands. And while the Feds beg the Arizonian powers that be to stop this strange, hypothetically non-violent Nazi Germanic clusterfuck to the wrong side of history, Conservative advocates like Governor Jan Brewer are taking a stand in favor of the insanity.

Essentially, the law (which will go into effect July 29) establishes a police officer’s right to stop and question anyone suspected of being an illegal alien–in theory, only in a situation where the individual is already under police scrutiny–but that’s obviously a stretch of the imagination. Here’s a propaganda commercial outlining how some people are so easy to forget their own roots–but hey, you’ve gotta earn your turn.

Several activists, including Bright Eyes front-man Conor Oberst, are protesting the enforcement of this new legislation in the form of a state-wide boycott. This means no shows and no love for poor Arizona (You can read the full article on Bright Eyes‘ involvement in this ordeal at The Alt Report…if you can put up with reading the literary equivalent to a 12-year old girl having a text-fight with her retarded boyfriend). They treat the story as if Conor Oberst has disappeared and is trying to claw his way back into the public eye through this protest; when, in fact, he is part of a Sound Strike movement–creating music and raising awareness. Why not just watch this video?

For now, the heated debate rages on, counting down to a deadline that some fear will lead to like-minded redneck havens to adopt similar legislation. Perhaps a lawsuit from Obama’s White House is the right way to go–perhaps not. The best decision may just be to let them have their way, but don’t let them have any grounds to enforce their crazy law. That way the good ol’ boys get their symbolic “justice” against those pesky wetbacks, but when reality steps in, they don’t have a fucking leg to stand on–just like all the rest of their principles and values.

Moral of the story: White people need to seriously chill the fuck out about “outsiders” taking something that they feel “belongs to them.” Particularly this country…Just remember who you stole it from.

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Few Things are More Satisfying Than Killing Nazis

Whether it be in cinema, video games, or World History, there rarely comes a moment as wholly emotionally gratifying as watching a Nazi drown in a pool of his own blood. And it is with this scenario in mind that we take this time to review two new releases: Inglourious Basterds and The Saboteur.

Inglourious Basterds is a work of historical fiction written and directed by Quentin Tarantino, released earlier this year. The World War II revenge flick was just released on DVD and Blu-Ray in time for Christmas, so now is as good a time as any to review it.

Tarantino is the master of taking a tired concept and making it fresh–and this is just what he did with Basterds. While it bears the same name as an older exploitation WWII flick, it is not a remake. This is a fresh piece of cinema that packs in enough edge-of-your-seat intensity that it becomes difficult to watch.

But what am I telling you for? You’ve almost certainly already seen it, and if not, you’re a damn fool. The film focuses on two sets of protagonists who never come into contact, but who are fighting similar battles against German Nationalists.

The first group are the Basterds–a squad of Jewish-American soldiers led by Brad Pitt. Their sole mission seems to be killing as many Nazis as possible before they bite the bullet–until a British soldier joins their team and focuses their mission on blowing up a theater full of German soldiers.

The second story is that of the Jewish owner of the theater, a young woman who barely escaped a raid on the Paris house where her family had been hiding. She swore revenge on the Nazis who killed her family, and naturally, in true Tarantino fashion–she’ll fucking get it.

It’s a very beautiful, brutal, and comical portrayal of vengeance in Nazi-occupied France. Buy this film!

If you enjoyed Inglourious Basterds, and you’re a gamer, you will adore the final release by Pandemic Studios, The Saboteur. Some of Pandemic’s releases in the past have been give-and-take, but The Saboteur has achieved a full-on grip around my attention.

The game follows the standard sandbox, character in the middle of the screen, circular map/life-bar/wanted level model as every other open world game, but it’s nice to see the new innovation.

You play as Sean Devlin, a drinking, smoking, Irish racer, mechanic, and stereotype. He’s a man’s man with a penchant for snapping Nazi spines. The only problems I can find with this game are its lackluster controls (namely for sneaking and climbing) and the excessive amount of driving necessary for an open-world Paris…

Sean’s “brother” is murdered by a particularly evil Nazi (which just seems redundant), and this sets him off on a murderous rampage of killing and destruction.

The climbing and assassinating causes me to compare this game to Assassin’s Creed, but in almost every other way, it’s Grand Theft Auto: Nazi Occupied France. The game is very good and lots of fun to play; but I’m not above honesty–and to tell you the truth–if the setting were any different, it would be a generic sandbox shooter.

Supremacists always look better like this...

Killing Nazis doesn’t necessarily make a bad game better, but it certainly doesn’t make it worse. Luckily for The Saboteur, the gameplay, story, graphics, and acting is actually very captivating–and when you pair that with killing Nazis, your weekend is full.

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The Fine Art of the Shitty Tattoo

alexbwMany would argue that there is really no such thing as a “shitty tattoo.” It can be poorly done, a divisive image, or in a bad location, but any work of art (no matter how creative) on the body is arguably “un-shitty.” I disagree entirely–surprise! And this is coming from someone with only two tattoos: a pin-up girl and the RNA symbol from Heroes. That’s right! But just for the sake of argument, allow me to attempt to prove my stated hypothesis.

Exhibit A: What the fuck?

Is it a Unicorn?! Oh, right...who cares?

Is it a Unicorn?! Oh, right...who cares?

Unless your tattoo is an obscure reference to a specific thing or event in your own life, the general purpose of the art is for people to know what they’re looking at. You might be able to get away with an extremely decorative sleeve of tattoos–such a feat that one might actually take the time to study your entire arm canvas. However, once you decide, “I’m going to get a tattoo with no discernible border. Something that looks like a flamboyant rash, perhaps?”…you should really never be allowed to decide anything ever again.

Exhibit B: Illiteracy. 

 

Yeah! Bring that Systsem to the Ground!!

Yeah! Bring that Systsem to the Ground!!

 

There is nothing fundamentally wrong with the illiterate and mentally unstable decorating their bodies with images and messages, but (barring an embarrassing removal) they must know that they will be stuck with this brand for the rest of their lives.

If youre going to put your ignorance on display, do it like a 13 year old white girl.

If you're going to put your ignorance on display, do it like a 13 year old white girl.

When we see these literary abominations in photographs, we can’t help but laugh–laugh for the undoubtedly retarded tattoo artist who slaved over this canvas of skin only to have it become the bane of his existence; but most importantly, laugh at the jackass who shows off his shit online in hopes that the Internet community will somehow be anything less than relentless.

All his friends already know how Awsome he is. He just wants to let everyone else know, too.

All his friends already know how Awsome he is. He just wants to let everyone else know, too.

Exhibit C: The Douche Chill

My soda isnt warm...but its about room temperature. If only there were something that could---BOOM!

My soda isn't warm...but it's about room temperature. If only there were something that could---"BOOM!"

It’s a fucking shame that I didn’t take this picture myself. I could have put it in Dress Down Day. The 1990′s was a troubling decade. Individuals had to find new and interesting ways to express themselves. All your grunge friends start wearing flannel and torn denim, your fat friend starts wearing wolf-shirts and wants to be called “Wolf,” the pretty blond chick shaves her head, and last–but not least–you go batshit insane and scream, “WhatifIgetICEtattooedallovermyselfwouldyouguyscallmeMrCoolIce?!GREAT!” as you scamper with arms flailing into a back-alley tattoo shop.

Exhibit D: Seemed like a good idea at the time…

At least his face conveys the message: Im badass and I made a huge fucking mistake.

At least his face conveys the message: "I'm badass and I made a huge fucking mistake."

There’s a certain understanding that goes with getting your first (and maybe last) tattoo. It’s the acceptance that for the rest of your life, this will be who you are. There’s nothing wrong with a band tattoo, sports tattoo, or pride tattoo as long as you fully understand that you may have to feign interest in whatever you choose to claim undying adoration towards for the rest of your natural life. In some cases, though, putting a quick and easy end to your life may be a viable solution.

You know what makes up for a mistake? An even larger one.

You know what makes up for a mistake? An even larger one.

Exhibit E: “You’re scaring people.”

Who needs facial reconstruction surgery? Just get a face tattooed on the back of your dumbfuck skull.

Who needs facial reconstruction surgery? Just get a face tattooed on the back of your dumbfuck skull.

Although there are many examples on the type of tattoos that make people feel needlessly uncomfortable, I found it necessary to focus on one in particular. People who get tattoos on the backs of their heads shouldn’t be allowed to leave their homes. One of the advantages to having scary gang members and white supremacists sport symbolic tattoos is that you know who they are and you stay away. When a redneck walks into the restaurant in which you happen to be dining, you shouldn’t have to worry…the problem comes when you’re faced to discern which face is real and which is a tattoo.

Exhibit F: The Portrait

When he dies, he can be stuffed and hung above the fireplace.

When he dies, he can be stuffed and hung above the fireplace.

Very few tattoo artists can pull off the portrait; and you don’t know any of them. What starts out as an innocent photo of your wife, girlfriend, or loved one can easily be twisted and deformed to the point that it resembles a cacophony of demonic gremlins joyously sodomizing Barbara Streisand. I’m not saying that getting a photo-realistic portrait is a bad decision, but…if you haven’t done it–don’t.

Exhibit G: The Why?

In prison, the Crane gang has been known to start stabbing riots, then retreating to their cells for a wine and cheese brunch.

In prison, the Crane gang has been known to start stabbing riots, then retreating to their cells for a wine and cheese brunch.

I’m all for weird and intriguing tattoos. It’s noble to have a good sense of humor about yourself and your body, and getting a funny tattoo is an excellent way of showing it. Originality and creativity are your friends, but some tattoo decisions simply cause people to ask: “WHY?” What would persuade someone to make some of these absurd decisions? Drunkenness? A dare? Or perhaps just a lackluster understanding of what is quirky/fun and compared to a tattoo of a fucking chair.

To be fair, this was a necessary cover-up for that embarassing VHS tat.

To be fair, this was a necessary cover-up for that embarrassing VHS tat.

A tattoo conveys a message to those who see it. It says  something about who you are; like a tribal tattoo says you’re probably an asshole. Tattoos like this cement the idea that either you have an infinitesimal personality, or you were repeatedly beaten about the cranium with a sock full of batteries and bad ideas.

Yeah! Now Ill be waist-deep in pussy!

"Yeah! Now I'll be waist-deep in pussy!"

Exhibit H: Is your tattoo artist 7?

This dude must be a graphic designer.

This dude must be a graphic designer.

When acquiring a tattoo, sometimes it is often customary to have the artist either draw it first onto a transfer-sheet, or simply draw it first on your body so that you know exactly what it is going to look like. Once we accept this as fact, it is only fair to deride those who fail to have the common sense to tell the tattoo artist to fuck off back to the Fair grounds where they can practice their obvious lack of talent painting kids’ faces.

Unfortunately, this sea-beauty is confined to a prison of oddly placed body hair.

Unfortunately, this sea-beauty is confined to a prison of oddly placed body hair.

Exhibit I: The Fattoo

If the most evil characters in the Star Wars universe dont scare you off, wait til he turns around!

If the most evil characters in the Star Wars universe don't scare you off, wait 'til he turns around!

When you are obscenely obese, you have a lot more body canvas to work with. Some have the foresight to use this space wisely with either a large image or nothing at all. The downfall that is seemingly unavoidable is when these physically overwhelming individuals decide to fill themselves with either several non-connected images or something that loses its intended form beneath rolls of relentlessly bulging flesh. 

If youre surprised by this, you probably dont live in America.

If you're surprised by this, you probably don't live in America.

Exhibit J: The Nazis and the Unicorns

Nothing says white power like a German Socialist Unicorn!

Nothing says 'white power' like a German Socialist Unicorn!

There are endless symbolic images that, when tattooed, identify you as being affiliated with a certain group. Skulls, 8-Balls and Spider webs (for example) can often be indicative of an allegiance with White Supremacists. It is also a somewhat unassuming way to declare your hatred and bigotry without sporting a giant swastika on your face. Unicorns, on the other hand, have the tendency to declare I’M A PUSSY no matter what social situation you find yourself in. There’s really no way to make a unicorn appear as a symbol of power. So if you’re a Nazi, combining your hate with the faggy spectacle of a magical horse is probably a bad–wait, scratch that…Every White Supremacist should be legally obligated to get this tattoo.

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